Eva had tried smoking once. She supposed she could understand the comfort of it for someone who was used to it, but it had only burned her throat and nose and made her cough. But, she figured Samir had smoked for a lot longer and it didn't bother him, or he wouldn't keep doing it. Plus, he may not have to worry about the bad things it could do. Some Tanks didn't have to.
"Oh," she said to his revelation. She couldn't imagine reminding anyone of someone. She didn't think she was memorable enough to be like someone anyone would want to remember. So, she didn't really have anything to say for a moment, imagining what his friend - oh, lover, it seemed - was like. She couldn't imagine someone like her, and imagine a likable person. Well, not that she thought she was unlikable. Hm. Noticeable, that was better. She could only imagine someone who was like a ghost. "What was he like?" she asked after a long silence.
"Did you ever ask him?" she asked softly, and pulled at one of her gloves nervously. It could be a tough thing to talk about, so she wasn't sure she should even ask.